The days

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For the hundredth time, the same page appeared. So zen's blog is gone for good? Has it vanished from the surface of the internet? It doesn't exist anymore.The relief is, I can still read through the individual entries through blogspot. Meaning, it only exist in my world... Sad.

I woke up this morning at around 11 with a wide smile. I was happy about the morning rain. The melody of the torrents brought me back from my dreams. I thought "What a beautiful way to start a day". Mom was sleeping in my room...again...but who cares, she is fast asleep. So I slide the window wide open, lie down on my bed and enjoyed. Spectecular, beautiful and amazing.

I reached home at around 645 in the morning. The early birds were already chirpping away, people were jogging in the park and tai-ji lessons have started. Everyday life in such peaceful serenity of a saturday morning. My stomach was feeling a little gaga (ah found a meaning for this word), thanks to the overdose of alcohol from the previous night. I was at the armour worspec night hosted at neptune restaurant. The function was grand though it falls short compared to any JC prom. But its different anyway so nobody really cared. The food was decent while the show was impressive thanks to a highly animate MC. That guy was really great, being able to link everything to everything else. Above all, he made everyone high. High on laughters. Well there is the neptune revue show, topless dancing and sort but for those who have not watch such performance before, I say you haven't missed anything. Its nothing, really.

Went to alley bar together to join Pang and Thom for some celebration. Opened a bottle of black label and made Pang drink a hell lot. Geez, the though of drinking is beginning to make me feel my stomach again. Went to watch Into the Blue at 2 plus at cine. Throughout the first part of the movie, I was fighting the overdose of alocohol in my stomach. Felt much better after a while. After the movie, it was only 4 plus so we went to the 24hr mac near china black to chat and waste time till the first bus comes.

Got myself an artificial tatoo of a scorpion on my neck. The type that ween tried to fake me with the last time. Though it si quite cool until I realise the paintwork was lacking in skill. Its faded and uneven. Tat. Get myself a genuine one someday. Haha.

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On some days when its windy, Zon will seat at the courtyard staring into space. Other students found him peculiar. He is mysterious indeed. I sometimes wonder what goes though his mind during all those times. Few dare to approach him because they found him freaky especially when he starts talking. His voice is always soft, his words are deep and made little sense to the rest. It seems like no one except himself quite understand the logic behind the things he said. Similarly, the papers he published were often treated with nonchalence. His professors knew he was a genius but like they said, Zon's theories are unacceptable by our moral and social standards.

posted by zente @ 3:01 AM